Last week my hair began falling out...a lot. It was everywhere. If I washed it or brushed it, it just pulled right out. I decided it was time to cut it off. I asked my husband to clip it off for me. He began tearing up as he said he didn't want to be the one who took my hair off. I told him that I really wanted to have the control of when and how I was going to lose it. There are a lot of things I lost control of with my diagnosis. I have to put all of my trust in my medical team. I have to show up at appointments that they set for me. This is something that was going to happen regardless so I wanted to make the choice on my own to lose it on my terms. He did it for me with tears in his eyes.
I also had an issue this week with a low white blood cell count. It had me wearing a mask in public places and taking strong antibiotics. It also caused my infusion to be postponed. So instead of last Friday, my infusion will be tomorrow(Wednesday the 8th). I'm hoping that I will be able to work Thursday and Friday.